Childhood ambition

Huh. It was a very, very long time ago, you understand. My parents were affectionate, but they weren't exactly attentive. *shrugs* It's busy work being the All Father of Ireland and the Goddess of War--especially among my people and the Celts. Battle-hungry folks in a warrior society. Not that I'm trying to say I was neglected, because nothing could be further from the truth.

But one such as I...well. As a child, I didn't display any of those particular talents that so distinguish my kin. I liked learning, but I wasn't bookish like Oghma. I wasn't out trying to play little mother to everyone like Brigid. And while Cermait, Angus and I did get up to some interesting hi-jinks later in adulthood together, not even I was chasing around little girls and boys as a child. I was good with a sword and a bow and had the makings of a fine warrior, but it didn't hold much allure really.

I was a dreamer. A poet. A musician. When I found the lyre, I found a place, where before I'd drifted. I had something that was just mine. All Sidhe love music, but not all of us play it. I did, and people enjoyed it and I found that I enjoyed pleasing them.

So, I decided I wanted to be a minstrel who followed the warriors to battle to entertain them in the evenings (remember, if there was a war, that's where my mother was, so really that's not as noble as it might have sounded otherwise).

Of course, they didn't let me go to war as a child as the Formorians would have enjoyed getting a hold of the Dagda's son. But I still had my music.

I still do have it, though I've let it slip and slide through the years as responsibilities came for my people, my land, my subjects who need me. I grew up and put away the idea of following the roads of the earth, playing music for any who'd care to listen. There were things that needed my attention.

But then, as a child, without the fetters of responsibility and adulthood...that was what I wanted.